Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly what he thinks.

Now it is characteristic of play that one plays without reason and there must be no reason for it. Play is its own good reason.

Let him cry whoever feels like crying, for we were animals before we became reasoning beings, and the shedding of a tear, whether of forgiveness or of pity or of sheer delight at beauty, will do him a lot of good.

Neckties strangle clear thinking.

The busy man is never wise and the wise man is never busy.

The wise man reads both books and life itself.

A man who has to be punctually at a certain place at five o'clock has the whole afternoon ruined for him already.